A/N: Some of you know may know this story, most of you won't. I took out the He's Real trilogy because it was poorly written, and it just kept dragging.
But I'm editing most of it whilst keeping most of the basic plot.
I hope you like it as much as you did the first time!(:
Disclaimer: If I was Rick Riordan, I wouldn't be on fanfiction but instead finishing House of Hades.
Chapter 1: First Meeting
I was sitting in my desk, minding my own business, while my friends talked to each other. I wasn't paying any attention to their conversation because I was too preoccupied with the boy in front of the class.
He was standing next to the teacher, somewhat awkwardly, as if he didn't belong here. His shaggy, black hair fell in front of his eyes, making it look like he didn't possess a comb. His pale skin contrasted greatly to the dark clothes he wore, but what made him different were his eyes.
They were cold and dark, and even though his was twelve, he seemed to be older…like he wasn't from our time. He had dark circles under his eyes, making it seem like he spent countless nights awake, just staring at his ceiling.
What scared me the most was I felt like I knew him.
He seemed familiar to me, his descriptions triggering memories deep inside me, but I couldn't figure it out yet.
Until Mr. Cruz said his name.
"Class, this is a new student, Nico," Mr. Cruz introduced. "I expect you all to treat him with kindness in this school, okay?"
My eyes were wide with disbelief. How was this possible? Someone please tell me I was dreaming, and this wasn't real life, and the guy who I had been fangirling over a long time wasn't standing in front of me.
Nico. Pale white skin. Shaggy black hair. I knew him, I thought to myself. He was in my books. He was one of my favorite characters. Hades, he was my age, so how could I not have a crush on him? I mean, I knew he was a fictional character and whatnot, but a girl could dream, you know?
But I didn't think my dream would come true.
I joked with my friends that he might be real, but I never took it seriously. Okay, I kind of took it seriously, but I didn't actually believe it. I mean, what are the chances of your favorite fictional character actually existing?
He's real.
Oh gods, he's actually real.
Mr. Cruz whispered something to the reason of my existence, something that caused him to glance at my direction.
Oh my gods, was he looking at me?
When he took the seat next to me, I felt stupid and idiotic and dumb, but holy gods, he was real.
I must've been hyperventilating or something because he looked at me worriedly. Or maybe he was freaked out because it looked like I was going to pass out from incredulity.
"You okay?" he asked me. It was such an innocent question, something anyone could've said.
But he wasn't just anyone.
I had to make sure though. I had to make sure I wasn't hallucinating, that I was sane, and I didn't belong to a mental hospital.
"What's your last name?" I asked, my voice quivering. Whether it was from anticipation or fear, I really didn't know.
As he spoke his last name, my suspicions were confirmed. I scanned the classroom to see if anyone was paying attention to us, but they all were blissfully ignorant.
Ignorance is your new best friend.
Just to be clear, I asked, "I'm sorry, what was it again?"
His eyebrows furrowed, as if he was exasperated by my having to ask him twice, but I wanted to make sure I wasn't completely insane.
"I said my last name is Di Angelo. Nico Di Angelo."